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A Silent Death

Each moment
Was
Passing with joy and sorrow,
A sudden Flash
Of that dreaded disease,
Made the life
Hell and borrowed.
Our emotions were
Totally changed,
Mind attacked and brutally drained.
Destiny seemed decided,
The innocent soul
Was unknown,
What it was provided.
End was calling,
Disaster was falling.
Time was passing silently,
Death was whispering slowly.
A terrible situation
Penetrated in our mind,
But that tranquil soul
Did not sing any sad rhyme.
We knew,
Fate due.
Page after page
We were loosing our path,
Where we would be
Separated by cruel hands of destiny.
It looked,
The wind was not favorable.
We could only remember
The time,
Traveled together.
Tears of wounds,
Given by the destiny
Making our life hell.
Dreams broken.
We even
Couldn’t tell him the truth,
For our selfish ends
He tranquilly accepted
The silence in mind
Perhaps he knew
The things behind.
Definitely
He was
Alone, all alone,
And had to proceed
Till the end of life. 

– Harash Mahajan
March 27, 2005 

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